Joy & Curiosity #43

Interesting & joyful things from the previous week

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… and we’re back! Back from a week of vacation — tanned, refreshed, involuntarily without a wedding ring — and back from two weeks without writing here.

I finished reading The Power Broker. Yes, it took me more than six months, six months in which I usually would’ve read ten other books, but it was completely worth it. It’s a masterpiece. The chapters on Jones Beach, that chapter on Battery Park, the “RM” chapter, the “One Mile” chapter — it’s some of the best writing I’ve ever read. Here’s how Caro introduces a, well, side-character:

Consider his relationship with Tom Shanahan.

Shanahan's nostrils twitched to a single aroma: the smell of money. Even as a boy at the turn of the century, one of seven children of a poor Irish boilermaker, he had followed that scent to its source: the noses of his Waterbury, Connecticut, playmates may have been flattened against candy-store windows; Tom Shanahan's nose was pressed against the glass front door of Waterbury's Colonial Trust Company; reminiscing forty years later, he would recall vividly passing that building almost every day of his youth and staring inside almost every time he passed; it had been, he would say, a place of "august halls"; from as far back as he could remember, he would say, he had wanted to be a banker.

He followed the scent down to the great city after high school, but for long years he seemed to have followed it into a trap: the tall, strong young man spent seven years behind the barred windows of tellers' cages. He went to NYU at night, in 1926 earned a degree, but five years later still had a job only slightly better—assistant cashier—at one of the smallest and shakiest banks in the city, the eight- year-old Federation Bank and Trust Company. But when, in 1931, the Depression forced the infant institution to shut its doors, it was the assistant cashier who, with Federation's despairing officers ready to liquidate, thought up a complex refinancing plan that reduced the bank's obligations, personally talked a financier into loaning it the money to pay them off, and saved the bank. When it reopened, Shanahan, at twenty-nine, was its vice president and treasurer.

What writing. What research! The amount of work that went into this book is something you wonder about with every chapter.

Anyway: I’d really love to visit New York now, I’ve never been.